Drowning Innocents

Seeing these children around, I always feel the misery and agony they are facing. These impoverished children trying to survive in the tornado of sorrows, which they have inherited. Never even had a square meal in their whole life. Their own weight is burden for them and many wearing just skin on the flesh. Paleness and wanes help others to recognize them. Lives trembling like the leaves of aspen. Not a single drop rolling down their face yet. They don’t even know where they would be in coming years, totally ambitionless. Toys? They don’t even know how they look like. They play with melancholy, grief and troubles. Smile, nowhere to be seen on these innocent faces. Life on the mountain edge, swaying like leaves. And what’s surprising? Not even a single complaint yet. Why? There’s no one to whom these rag pickers can complain.

Walking on the road where no destination can be seen. Just trying to scrounge gold in the garbage dumps. They would have a hard time believing it, that they can’t find anything more than a rupee or two, in garbage dumps. Still doing their work with dedication in a desire to scrounge something valuable.

Sometimes asking others people for money, so that they can present it to their leaders. Often beaten up by the leaders cum evils. These evils have paved the way to hell for innocents. Rag pickers are so much clung to this rueful and miserable practice that they can’t even try to escape. And the worst part is that, they are not even paid enough. These helpless rag pickers are not even allowed to dream, because that dream can soon turn into disappointment. They have chucked off all their expectations. Life is nothing more than a curse for them.

No matter how many laws government enforced, the condition is still the same. Their life is covered with dense fog of unhappiness. But these little ones can just wait and wait and wait......